tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31016496.post116405205790021139..comments2023-06-29T15:51:43.782+02:00Comments on South of France, with Kids: Annettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04520519734235161989noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31016496.post-1164176918468653422006-11-22T09:28:00.000+03:002006-11-22T09:28:00.000+03:00Riding the bus: always an adventureRiding the bus: always an adventureAnnettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04520519734235161989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31016496.post-1164136115452682872006-11-21T22:08:00.000+03:002006-11-21T22:08:00.000+03:00Reminds me of a time when I rode the bus to and fr...Reminds me of a time when I rode the bus to and from work in the US. There were the following groups then:<BR/><BR/>1) People in Suits who didn't want to engage your eyes<BR/>2) Friendly but overly vocal people trying to engage #1 and the bus driver; nice, but often lacking some insight into social cues<BR/>3) The floridly psychotic who had the CIA or aliens broadcasting messages into their brains so they needed to wear aluminum foil hats, etc.<BR/><BR/>Nobody with guns, though that was not a bad thing.Natehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588868685042901806noreply@blogger.com